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(Who The Fuck Is) Billy?

by HATE THE RICH

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1.
Intro 00:21
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Punk Elitist 01:07
Punk Elitist Like an artist tracing lines Preconceived He's got a template in mind You don't write songs Live with your mom No band, no life, no talent Punk Elitist Always sucking shit Why bother? Sell your gear and quit You just hate That you can't create No band, no life, no talent
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Walking home drunk from the bar You almost hit me with your car I thought that I was fucked Then I stepped right through the door And my jaw it hit the floor Am I in love or am I drunk? You're the bitch I finally love Sent from up above You fit me like a glove Met you when I was drunk An angel and a punk I'm always down to fuck I can't tell if it's when we kiss Or just the beer against my lips But I think that you're the one Can we grab a drink or two? I'd go on a killing spree for you You're the one who loads my gun
4.
Little plastic screen Rewire my brain Rewrite definitions Never think the same It's your reality Digital Atrocity It's your generation Global idiocracy Clandestine revolution Homogenous minds Natural progression? Cultural decline
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Hey there young punk Think you've got the spunk Everything's been given to you And this old prick says fuck you too Think you're the entitled generation Can't hold your hand for masturbation Get off your ass, stop watching TV You little pricks now listen to me Crystal children Entitled generation Fuck you and your expectations Crystal children in a digital world Think you fucking know it all Like children of the corn Church of twitter and HD porn Things just ain't what they seem In your tailor-made reality I'd rather live from day to day Not like the children of the grave
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Alcoholic's apocalypse (I'm all out of beer) There's nothin' in my wallet (No funding for the cure) I had stability (But I drank it all away) Fuck Sobriety (I'm too fucked up for AA) I want to feel nothing inside Slur my words black out my mind Ignore my stains and bloodshot eyes Just make sure my flask is never dry Say that it's not healthy (I don't give a shit) All I really need (Is a bottle in each fist) I'm gonna buy a forty (Scrape the quarters from my couch) I'll get clean when I get older (Until then I'll just pass out) Till then I'll just pass out
7.
A-Bomb Whore 02:32
Here's a song about a girl I know She had a drink about an hour ago I'm not stuck up don't get me wrong But she drops her panties like an atom bomb She's a weapon of self destruction She'll be the one that ends the war She's obsessed with liposuction She's another-she's another A-bomb whore Covered in make up like radiation She's my perfect mutilation Guys only know her from the waist down But I think I'll stay away from her testing ground Wrote this girl a nuclear song Cause her detonation won't be long Will I miss her I can't be sure Manhattan project's got nothing on her
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Woke up in bed No roof over my head Where's my girlfriend gone? Her head is on the lawn It's time to melt some faces No hope for the human race They're gonna kill us all Assad loves chemicals Children in the street They're screaming up at me Another bomb's been dropped Welcome to Syria This ain't the land of the free Common man stuck in between Dictators and democracy Retarded foreign policy The water's never clear Could really use a beer My neighbour has no legs I fuckin' hate mondays He sits down to eat his lunch And watch reruns of Brady Bunch Big Mac, fries and diet coke Surreal presidential joke He gets up to check his tweets A nuke is headed for DC His face was orange, now it's red Thank god the president is dead Thank god the president is dead
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Late one night I was drinking at the queens Was getting early and the drinks were getting mean That's when I went overboard Next thing i knew I was falling in the street Praying to go that no one would see me But the whiskey was my only lord Oh Drunk! I'm Fuck! Was feeling thirsty so I headed back inside Slammed back a drink that was as dirty as my mind Knew that I was doomed Feeling queasy so I ran to the bathroom stall Wrote my name in vomit on the wall Passed out in my own tomb
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Recorded live off the floor at the Wearhaus (RIP) in Powell River BC, May 20th-22nd 2017

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released August 15, 2017

Ozzie Rich - Drums, Vox, Vibraslap
Mikkey Rich - Bass, Vox
Rocky Rich - Guitar, Vox

Engineered and Mastered by Ben Wittrock @ Raise Your Voice Records

Produced by HTR

Gang vox courtesy of Liberatia

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